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In the criminal
justice system,

the people are represented
by two separate
yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

We re-tarred the roof in '80,
re-fitted the boilers in '85.

And how long ago
did you re-paint?
Vernon?

We did the hallways
two months ago.

All this in two months?

Who you all got living
here, Jackson Pollock?

These people
aren't going to
be your headache.

That's why we got
management companies.

I didn't count on becoming
a New York slumlord.

What slum?
Vernon, the music.

Mr. McCurdy, you're three
blocks from Times Square.

Disney's buying up everything
that isn't nailed down.

You think Mickey Mouse
is going to live in a slum?

Look, I'll have to let you
know, my plane back to
Richmond leaves in an hour.

Mr. Coyle.
In a minute.

You better come
look right away.

It's Charley Monroe.
I think he's dead.

I should be
getting to
the airport.

I hook a buyer for
this dump and he had
to see this.

And what did
"this" do for
a living?

Charley was a freshman
at Manhattan University.

He's only been
here for six weeks.

I guess he can forget about
his security deposit.

Hey, I'd take
a building full
like him.

You can see,
he fixed up
the place nice.

For anyone
in particular?

Yeah, a real
piece of work.

I saw her
tearing him a new one

in front of
the building last Tuesday.

Yeah? What did
she look like?

Young, black,
Whoopi Goldberg hair.

I don't know, I didn't
really get a good look.

Okay, either one of you
remembers anything else,
you call me. All right?

The guy down the hall
says he heard an argument

from Monroe's place
about 5:00.

Monroe and some female.

You see a pattern?

What have you got?

No forcible entry.
Gold chain's still
around his neck,

$23 on the desk.

I found a puncture wound
under his rib cage

and a slashing cut
on his left forearm.

Looks like he
blocked one shot.

What kind of weapon?

A single-edge,
serrated.

There's a steak knife
missing from the set
in the kitchen.

That what I think it is?

Fluids. His, maybe hers.

There's two empty
wine glasses in the sink.

There's two empty
condom wrappers
over there.

The near perfect
Sunday afternoon.
Yeah.

Yeah, I'd almost
trade places with him.

Pina Colada wine coolers.

Whatever happened
to a cold beer?

Anything else in his system?

The tox report won't be
ready for a couple hours.

What about
his playmate?

Latent got prints
off a wine glass

but nothing popped
up on the computer.

Nobody saw her
coming or going?

No one who was there
to talk to us.

Next door neighbor
works a night shift,

guy across the hall
wasn't home.

Well, that might not
be a coincidence.

Was this kid into anything?

No. No drugs, no weapons.
Not much cash.

He's got a sealed
juvenile record

from six years ago,
but that's about it.

Van Buren. Okay,
put them in interview.

The victim's parents.

Rey, you chase down
those missing neighbors.

Lennie.
Oh, goody.

We buried
his cousin last fall.

He was shot walking
on the street.

We thought if Charley
got out of the Bronx,
he'd be safe.

He worked two summer
jobs to make his rent
and tuition.

He didn't deserve this.

When did you
last speak to him?

Yesterday morning,
before church.

He called me.

Did he say anything
about meeting somebody?

Maybe a girlfriend?

No.

He said he had
a lot of studying.

What's this
about a woman?

There's evidence
there was a young
lady in his apartment.

And he was seen arguing
with a young woman
earlier in the week.

She wore dreadlocks.

You know this girl?

It may be Arlene Williams.

But he stopped seeing her
a couple of months ago.

Well, where can
we find her?

She works in a dance club
on Fordham Road.

Um, Lennie?

According to our files,

Charley got into
trouble six years ago.

The judge said
there'd be no record.

Computers don't
always get the message.

What happened?

He was 12.

Some older boys
he was with

surrounded a girl at
the Y and they pulled
at her bathing suit.

Charley was just
in the wrong place.

Legal Aid said to
plead to a misdemeanor
and take probation.

I don't see what that
has to do with this.

Probably nothing.

I mean it
straightened him out.

His grades went up.

He stayed out of trouble.
He was making something
of himself. He...

What? Charley's dead?
He can't be. I just
saw him last week.

Yeah, we heard.
So did half
the neighborhood.

What was that
all about?

I mean, he pissed me off
and I let him
know it, that's all.

So, what?
Sunday, you guys
kissed and made up?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Come on, Arlene,
he took advantage of
your giving nature.

So you went off on him.

Look, I was nowhere
near his crib on Sunday.

I was patching
cables for some party
in Claremont Park.

Why don't you check it out?
Oh, we will.

I loved Charley.
I'd never hurt him.

Sure.

You know, you can
clear this whole
thing up right now.

Why don't you come
down to the station
with us,

let us take
your fingerprints?

No. No, no, no, no, no.

You're not going to
run a Fuhrman on me.

A Fuhrman?

Right, have it your way.
We'll get back to you.

The party kicked
in around 2:00.
We was done by 7:00.

Arlene was there
the whole time?

It was a party, all right?

She came in,
rolled out her cable,
rolled it back in.

What she did in
between was her business.

So you're saying
she could've slipped
away for awhile?

I'm saying she was
there when I needed her.

In other words, Mr. Bell,
you'll confirm whatever
half-assed alibi she gave us?

Look, what do you need?
The names of the 200 people
I know seen her there?

Sure, start with the A's.

All right.
She was through with
Charley, all right?

She knew that
he didn't run with
the home girls no more.

He was down with
the college type.

And Arlene told you
all this? Why?

Because you're
a Jerry Springer?

No, because she's
hooked up with me now.

Excuse me.

Messages from his mother
and his grandmother.

His last page
was Sunday night,
from his parents.

Well, who'd you expect
to beep him? The killer
knows he's dead.

Well, no little
black book in there.

Bingo. Anna, with
a phone number.

You think Charley
was striking out
with the college crowd?

Well, Sunday,
he hit a home run.

I beg your pardon?
I'm sorry, Sister,
it's a wrong number.

Saint Anna's Convent.
Some girl gave him
a bum steer.

Well, it happens
to the best of us.

Never happened to me.

Hey, Lennie, look at
this. Mycenaean Amphorae,
1400-1375 BC.

Yeah. I'm expecting
my copy from the
Book-of-the-Month Club.

This one's from
the Manhattan
University library.

He checked it out on Sunday.

He might've been
with a young woman.

Look, I only worked
three hours Sunday morning.

Maybe somebody else saw him.

Well, is there any way of
knowing what time this
potboiler checked out?

We scan the
book's registration card
and the student ID.

Depending where it
is in the sequence,
you'd have a general idea.

Would you mind
taking a look?

You know my wife
went to college here,

when she was still
living with her parents.

You see that
statue over there?

That's where we used
to meet when we first
started dating.

Why? The computer
room was booked?

No. We'd go make
out in the stacks.

Here we go. It was
checked out Sunday
afternoon by Gina Tucci.

She's a student at
Saint Mary's College
in Queens.

We have a reciprocal
agreement with Saint Mary's.

Wait. Are we talking
about the right book?

Mycenaean Amphorae?

We only have one copy.

It wasn't checked out
by a Charley Monroe?

Not unless he
looks like this.

I can't even pronounce
the title. Believe me,
it's not my book.

But it is
your student ID?

You're here
about a library book?

We're here about
a homicide, Ms. Tucci.

Were you at
the library
on Sunday?

Yeah.

With my friend, Danielle.
What's her last name?

Danielle Mason.
She goes to
Saint Mary's with me.

We spent the whole
day at the library.

You know anybody
named Charley Monroe?

Should I?

Well, your book
was in his apartment.

Look, I said
it's not my book.

You know what
I think happened?

No, why don't you
tell us?

The library screwed up.

At 6:00,
it's a zoo
over there,

with everybody checking
out books at the same time.

So my card
must've got mixed up
with someone else's book.

You left at 6:00?
Yeah.

What book did
you check out?

Some psych book.

I don't remember the name.
I left it at school.

Take a good look, Ms. Tucci.
You're sure you've never
seen him before?

No. Never.

But I see why you have
a hard time believing

he'd take a book
out of a library.

You volunteer
here every day?

Three times a week.

What about last Sunday,
Ms. Mason?

No. I was at
the library in the city,
at Manhattan University.

Oh? By yourself?

No. I went with
my friend Gina.

We worked in the stacks
until closing
and then we left.

So she was with
you the whole day?

Yes. Why, is
she in trouble?

Well, it's probably
some kind of a mix-up.

You ever see
her with this guy?

No. Look,
I'm really sorry.

I can't talk anymore.
I have to get these
people ready for lunch.

Twenty years, they still make
the best calzone in Queens.

Hey, you remember what I said
about my wife and me in the
stacks at the library?

You trying to
spoil my appetite?

Gina said they were in
the library until 6:00.

Her friend said they
worked in the stacks
until closing.

I'm with you so far.

Yeah, I'm still on hold.

Okay. Thanks.

It's what I remembered.
On Sundays, the stacks
still close at 5:00.

Oops.

I swear, she was
with me the whole time.

So you worked in
the stacks until
you left?

Right.
5:00 until
the stacks closed?

I didn't
notice the time.

Well, Gina did.
She said you left at 6:00.

You see the problem?

Well, after they
closed the stacks,

we moved to the reading
room to look at magazines,
then we left.

And that's the story
you want to go with?

It's the truth.

It's putting yourself on
the hook for something
your friend did.

Look, anytime you want to
set the record straight,
you have our number.

With friends like
her to cover for me,

I'd still be playing
around on my first wife.

Well, Gina had a good
alibi. You think this
girl's just as smart?

Actually, we're trying to keep
your daughter out of trouble,
Mrs. Mason.

You talked to her
at the rest home.

She told you,
she didn't know anything
about this dead person.

That's right.
She told us the
same story as Gina.

Well, almost.

You think she's lying?

Yes, we do.

Well, if she is,
Gina put her up to it.

They've been friends
since grade school.

Do you know where
she was on Sunday?

Yeah. She was at
Manhattan University library.

I even gave her
money for lunch.

What? Gina picked her up?
No.

I didn't even know
they were there together

until Danielle
told me that evening.

But why Manhattan?
No libraries in Queens?

She was researching
a term paper on Greek art.

Her professor told
her Manhattan University

has the best
collection of books
on the subject.

You mean, like,
Mycenaean pottery?

Mycenaean. Yeah.
That's what she was studying.

We've got Gina's book
in Charley's apartment

on a subject
Danielle was studying.

I saw this problem
on an aptitude test.

So who's watching
whose back?

Well, figure one or
both of these girls
was at Charley's place.

I say we pull their
driver's license photos

and show them
around the neighborhood.

I didn't see them but,
hey, if they want to
make some jack,

tell them Fast
Eddie's interested.

No. Not these
girls, Eddie.

God ain't made
the woman I can't turn out.

I'll remember that.
Thanks.

It was Sunday afternoon.
They might've been
with a young black man.

Well, the blonde one
doesn't look familiar.

But this one, she came
in just before 6:00.
Are you sure?

Oh, yeah. She was
out of it, you know.

She was upset.
She wanted to know
where all the cabbies were.

Usually on a day like today,
a lot of cabbies come in
for coffee, you know?

But on Sunday,
they must've all
went to Jones Beach.

What else did she say?
Nothing.

She just started
crying and ran out.

The witness puts her
half a block from Charley
Monroe's on Sunday.

That pretty much
shoots down your story.

Your witness made a mistake.

Forget it, Rey.
Let's click her for
conspiracy.

We'll let the D.A.
sort it out.

You can't arrest me.

What do you think
these badges are for?

There a problem
there, Gina?

No, it's okay,
Uncle Joey.

Look, Danielle
called me on Sunday night.

She said if anyone asks,
to say we were at
the library together.

Did she say why she
wanted you to lie?

No.

I thought she got
jammed up with her
parents,

she's done the same for me.

How come your student ID
ended up at the library?

We swapped cards.

She's 18, I'm 17.
I needed her ID

to get into the arena
on Saturday night.

And she needed my
card for the library.

For what?
She going to look up Charley
under Social Science?

She doesn't know him.

She wouldn't be caught dead
with a guy like that.

Like what? A tall guy?

You know what I mean.
A guy from outside
the neighborhood.

She was on
Charley Monroe's street.

Her book was in
his apartment.

Is there some reason
you haven't picked her up?

We can't put her
in the apartment.

What about the prints
on the wine glasses?

Well, unfortunately,
Danielle's never
been printed.

Well, there's always
a first time.

I'll call Judge Boehm
for an order.

You bring her in.

I don't give a damn
who signed the order.

I want my lawyer
to look at this
before you do anything.

Hey, you can laminate it
for all we care. We're
getting her prints now.

I won't allow it.

You get in the way,
Mr. Mason, you're next.

Okay, now, just relax.

It's a 10-point match
on the thumb print
from the wine glass,

six-point on
the index finger.

I've got her on the desk
and on the inside doorknob.

Is that enough?

Are we through here?
No.

Danielle, I have to
advise you of your rights.

Listen carefully.
You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you.

Do you understand?

Yes.
You have the right to
consult an attorney.

If you can't afford one,
one will be provided to
you at no cost.

Do you understand that?

Yes.
Are you willing to
answer questions?

All right. I just
talked to our lawyer.
He's in court.

He said we just sit
tight until he gets here.

They're arresting her.
What?

Her fingerprints
were in the victim's
apartment.

That's impossible.

Danielle, do you have
anything to say to us?

Yes.
Now, wait.
Wait, sweetheart.

Don't say anything.

Now, her lawyer
is on his way.

So you can't
talk to her anymore.

I just heard her
waive her right
to remain silent.

I don't care what she just
said because I'm saying she
talks to her lawyer first.

She's 18. If she wants
to make a statement,
that's her right.

I want to get
this over with.

Just sign this waiver.
Then we can talk.

Sweetheart, please,
just wait until
the lawyer gets here.

No. I want to
explain what
happened.

I was at the library.

This boy came and he
sat down next to me.

He saw what I was
reading. He said
his name was Charley

and that he was
studying Art History
at Manhattan University.

He seemed nice.
He was funny.

We went outside to
get something to eat
from the vendors.

He said he had
some good art books

at his place,
just a couple
of blocks away.

Oh, God!

I was only
going to stay for
a few minutes.

He got me a wine cooler.

Right away, I started
to feel tired and dizzy.

From the alcohol?

No. It felt different.

I tried to get up,

but I fell down
on the bed.

I couldn't move.

He started taking
my clothes off.

Did you fight back?

I couldn't even
lift my arms.

I was just lying there

and he raped me.
And then I passed out.

For how long?

It was getting
dark when I woke up.

I put on my dress,

then he came out
of the bathroom

and he wanted to
do it to me again.

So I tried to run
and he grabbed me.

So I picked up
the knife off
the table and...

I didn't even
know that I hurt him.

What did you do
with the knife?

I don't know.
I was so scared
that I just ran out.

I didn't even
know where I was.

Did you go to
a doctor or
to a hospital?

Why are you...

Danielle, did you
see a doctor?

No.
Did you tell
anybody about this?

No.

I couldn't.

I felt so stupid.
I felt like it
was my fault.

Mom.
Come here.

She was dizzy,
disoriented, paralyzed.

Sounds like Charley
slipped Rohypnol
into her drink.

It's colorless, tasteless.

Yeah. And the biggest
thing on campus since
keg parties.

Roofies pack a big punch.

Most of the time,
girls don't even
remember they got raped.

That's right,
they don't remember.

You don't believe her?

Not until I see one piece
of corroborating evidence.

Come on, she's a naive
kid who got hustled
by some creep.

She disposed of
the murder weapon,
lied to the police,

fabricated an alibi.
She didn't get here
on a turnip truck.

Well, then I did
because I believe her.

She could've kept
her mouth shut

and let the lawyer
do the talking,
but she didn't.

I doubt he cries
as well as she does.

LT, take a look.
Does she look
like a stone killer?

Um, what am I supposed
to be looking at, Rey?

Okay. So, what do
we do with her?

What we usually
do with people
who kill people.

Danielle,
would you please
stand up?

Why?

What's going on?
Danielle Mason,

you're under arrest
for the murder of
Charles Monroe.

"Case number 072196
People v. Danielle Mason,

"one count Murder in
the Second Degree."

Your plea, Ms. Mason?

Not guilty.

The People request
$500,000 bail.

Your Honor, she defended
herself against a rapist.
She's 18.

She lives with
her parents.
We ask for R.O.R.

She had sex with the victim,
there's no evidence she
was raped.

Look, she voluntarily
gave a full and candid
statement to the police.

After a week of
lies and deception.

Why don't you both save it
for the trial judge?

$250,000, cash or bond.

Danielle?

It is a disgrace that
a decent, young woman

cannot spend
an afternoon
in our city

without becoming prey
to a common street hustler.

Thank God Danielle
Mason fought back.
Thank God.

Mr. Archer...

Do you expect the District
Attorney to dismiss the
charges against your client?

Should they? Yes. Will
they? You should ask
Ms. Ross that question.

Ms. Ross.
Ms. Ross!

Ms. Ross, if Danielle
Mason was raped, will
you dismiss the charges?

Let's first find
out if she was raped.

You have evidence
she's lying?

Look at her track record.

Does that mean you'll
present the case to the
grand jury for indictment?

It means facts, not
prejudice, will dictate
how we proceed.

"Facts not prejudice."
Well, do we have any facts?

There was no Rohypnol
residue found in the
wine glasses

and the police didn't
find any other pills
in the apartment

or the foil wrap
they're packaged in.

The glasses were
rinsed out.

Charley used his last
pill on Danielle and
he flushed the packaging.

Case over.

So we take her word for it,
she was drugged and raped?

A jury will without
evidence to the contrary.

Not to mention,
her story pushes
all the hot buttons,

black on white crime,
date rape, Rohypnol.

Did I forget anything?

Yes.

Common sense.

She went to bed
with him willingly,

why kill him?
Buyer's remorse?

Well, until you come up
with a better motive
than self-defense,

stay away from
the grand jury.

Adam's right. Who knows,
she might even be
telling the truth.

Look at this. She told
the police she came out
of Charley's apartment

and she didn't
know where she was.

Right.

Her first time in
his neighborhood.

This witness says
she came into his
store looking for a cab.

The place was known
as a hangout for cabbies.

She had been there before.

She just asked me to say
we were at the library,
she didn't have to say why.

She's my friend and
that's reason enough.

You don't think
she would've told you
if she'd been raped?

She was ashamed.
Come on, Gina.

She knew his neighborhood.
You're her best friend.

She must've told you
something about him.

Why is it so hard
for you people
to believe her?

You know,
I know a lot of guys

who don't go out
on Saturday night

without a rubber
and a roofie.

Has it happened to you?

Is that where
Danielle got her story?

You know what?
The hell with you.
You ask any of our friends.

Those niggers are always
trying to scam white girls.
They all want a piece of this.

And if they have to
rape you to get it,
they will.

There's no record of calls
from Charley to Danielle's
house or the rest home.

Well, ditto for calls
from Danielle to Charley.

But she did call
his pager service.

There's got to be
like 50 calls here

over the last
couple of months.

A service?
Cut-rate.

You dial the number,
then punch in a code

and it routes the call
to the right pager.

So she was calling him,
or one of 100,000
other subscribers.

Her calls to the service
stopped the same day he
was killed.

She was too upset
after her brutal rape
to call anyone.

Seven acquittals, huh?

Eight if she
was my client.

Well, we talked to
Charley's friends.

He never even told them
he was seeing this girl.

And what are all these
calls here from Charley
to A.S.M. Incorporated?

A.S.M.? Charley had
a stack of paychecks
from them.

A.S.M. It's one of
his summer jobs.

A.S.M. is in Queens.
So is Danielle.

Charley was one of
my top producers.
Funny kid. Goes to show.

What's that?

He just didn't
look the type.

What about the girl?

She ever stop
by to visit him?
No.

Charley worked
outside the office
ringing door bells.

Selling magazines.
Was Harper Street
on his route?

Yeah.

Any sales to the
Mason family at
325 Harper?

No, he got a sale
from McDermott's at
306, Bergin, 343.

Nothing, 325.

But he would've
rung their bell?

That's the general idea.

He sold magazines
to the left of her
and to the right of her,

but there's no
evidence she was even home
when he rang her door bell.

You're 18, you're seeing
somebody for two months,

and you don't
tell anyone?

Not all men brag.

And I never met a woman
who could keep a secret.

Danielle's friends
aren't burning
any crosses yet,

but I can see why
she wouldn't want them
to know about Charley.

There's nobody
she talks to?

No coach?
No guidance counselor?

Nobody like that in her file.

The papers have
been playing up

her volunteer work
at a rest home.

Danielle is
a very sweet girl.

We, right away,
took a liking to each other.

You see, she doesn't
have a grandmother.

I told my grandmother
things I wouldn't tell
my parents.

Mmm-hmm.

Did you say you
were a lawyer?

Yes. An Assistant
District Attorney.

I heard Danielle
was in trouble.

We're trying to
find out what happened.

Did she tell you
about a boyfriend?

She said she met somebody.

What did she
say about him?

This is just between
us, Mrs. Rainey.

Well, she told me
she kissed him.

Did she tell
you his name?

I'm not sure.

Did she say
if he was black?

She didn't say.

Do you think she'd
keep it a secret?
Oh, no.

She dated this boy
on the football team
in high school.

She was a cheerleader.
He's black.

She made no bones about it,
she even brought him
home to dinner.

You know young people,
they run hot and cold.

So what happened?

Well, Danielle broke
her arm falling off
her bike,

she stopped
being a cheerleader,

and she said the boy
met another girl.

Danielle never
talked about him again.

One kiss from
a mystery lover,
that's some revelation.

Want me to go back
with a rubber hose?

I wouldn't dare
suggest it.

In the meantime,
all we have are maybe's,
could be's and coincidences.

Doesn't add up to
a relationship or
a motive. Yeah?

Charley Monroe's
parents are downstairs.
With their attorney.

It's been over
a month, Mr. McCoy.

You haven't presented one
witness to the grand jury
or issued one subpoena.

I'm sure you explained
to your clients, Mr. Baylor,

there's no rush to indict.

You have
a signed confession.

We have a statement,

which came with
a defense that we can't
at this time rebut.

Can't or won't?

Don't be shy.
Put your cards
on the table.

This white girl's
lawyers are on the
news every other day,

mocking us,
calling their son
a street hustler...

I'm not trying this
case in the media.

You're not trying
this case anywhere.

You're saying that
the killers of young,
black men

have nothing to fear
from the District Attorney.

I understand
you're frustrated.

But if we go
to trial now,
we'll lose.

Simple as that.

It doesn't make sense.
She can't prove
Charley raped her.

It's enough that
she says he did.

We have to prove he didn't
beyond a reasonable doubt.

This is just like
the last time. I can't
go through it again.

What last time?

A girl accused
Charley of touching her.

He has a criminal record?

He was a kid.
We told Lieutenant Van Buren.

It's of no consequence,
he was 12 years old.
Jane, Ed.

We're putting you
on notice, Mr. McCoy.

Either you move
this case forward,
or we start shoving.

The record was sealed.
It should've been expunged.

It wasn't even
supposed to be
on the system.

Hardly the point.
You knew about it.

You should've told us.

It was a six-year-old
misdemeanor.

It's a sexual assault.

He was a minor
participant.

No drugs were involved,
no weapons, no rape.

I made a judgment call.

This is my case,
Lieutenant. I decide
what's relevant.

This is a disaster.

Not only does it make
Charley Monroe look bad,

it makes us look worse
for withholding evidence.

Well, if anyone was
looking for an excuse

to drop the case,
now they have one.

It's not
exculpatory evidence.

Under Brady,
we're under
no obligation

to turn it over
to the defense.

They can argue it's evidence
he had a reputation
for sexual violence.

Which is relevant
only if she knew

his reputation
before she killed him.

She can't say she did
and claim she
didn't know him.

Do you expect
a jury to give a damn?

I don't want this to come
back and bite us in the ass
in the middle of the trial.

Notify the defense.

Mr. McCoy?
This is for you.

It's from
the Monroes' attorney.

They filed a writ of
mandamus to force us
to indict.

I'd call that a shove.

Under C.P.L.R.
section 7803,

this court can compel
Mr. McCoy to perform
his duty.

The decision to
prosecute, let alone
seek an indictment,

is solely within
my discretion.

His refusal to indict
Danielle Mason

is an abuse
of that discretion.

Prosecutorial
discretion is absolute.

By definition,
it can't be abused.

There are no
absolutes in the
law, Mr. McCoy.

You have a confession,
what's the problem?

The defendant made
a claim of self-defense.

Well, let a trial jury
decide if she's credible.

Mr. McCoy can make
his prima facie case
for murder.

I can only see one
reason why he hasn't
sought an indictment.

I want a murder
conviction as much as you.

Calling me a racist...

Address yourself
to me, Mr. McCoy.

Your Honor, it's up to you
to give the victim's family
a chance at getting justice.

With all due respect,
Your Honor,

you don't have the authority
to force this case
before a grand jury.

I cite Hammond v. Leonard,
Murphy v. Kelley...

I don't really
care about precedence,
Mr. McCoy.

I'm granting
the petitioner's request,

and I'm ordering you
to seek an indictment.

Your Honor...
We're done, Mr. McCoy.

Either you comply,

or I'll have you removed
from the case and
cited for contempt.

She overstepped her
authority and thumbed her nose
at 100 years of precedence.

The appellate division
will reverse the order.

Yeah, well,
you're not filing appeal.

The Monroes didn't have
standing to even bring
the suit in the first place.

It's moot.

I don't want anyone to think
that we don't care what
the victim's family wants.

The judge was mugging
for the cameras, Adam.

Her decision's
completely political.

The case is political.

If you think that being
called a racist by one
hothead is bad,

you appeal,
then you see
what happens.

We haven't been sitting
on our thumbs, we're still
gathering evidence.

It's not enough to be
busy, you've got to
look busy.

Get an indictment.
Go to trial. Give
them what they want.

I have to convince
a jury that

Charley Monroe didn't
rape Danielle Mason.

We're 20 minutes
from Howard Beach.

A young, black man
can't talk to a white girl

without getting
his brains kicked
in by thugs.

Means, motive, opportunity.
Two out of three ain't bad.

She was familiar
with his neighborhood.

And her calls to
his pager service

stopped the day
he was murdered.

What conclusion, if any,
did you draw from this
evidence?

That she knew
the victim

and that she had been
to his apartment before
that Sunday.

Detective, you don't
have any direct evidence

to support your
conclusion, do you?

You don't have
any eyewitnesses
who saw them together,

no photographs,
no letters?

No, nothing like that.

Now, who secured the order
to fingerprint my client?

Lieutenant Van Buren.

This is your
African-American
superior?

She's my boss, yes.

And didn't she also
run the interrogation?
Yes.

Uh-huh. Does she always
get this involved

or only when white
people are suspected
of killing blacks?

Objection!
Withdrawn.

Now your partner testified

that Mr. Monroe had
a sealed criminal record.

Do you know
what it was for?

It was a misdemeanor
sexual assault.

Did you know this
before you
arrested my client?

No.
To your knowledge,

did anyone in the office?

Lieutenant Van Buren.

Oh. Her again.

Well, now that you know
this, as a professional
investigator,

are you more likely to
suspect that Mr. Monroe raped
my client or less likely?

I'd have to say
more likely.

In my opinion,
it wasn't relevant.

No more than a rape
victim's sexual history
would be.

Permission to
treat as hostile.

Go ahead.

You took a personal
interest in this case

right from the
beginning, didn't you?

I'm paid to take
a personal interest
in every case.

Oh, in every case,
you routinely
secure court orders?

No.
Not routinely.

You routinely conduct
interrogations in your
precinct?

No.
Then why this time?

In my experience,
a female suspect

is more comfortable
talking to a female
detective.

So you were concerned
with my client's
comfort level.

Lieutenant, isn't it true
that you hijacked this case
from your detectives?

No.
That left to
their own devices

and with the information
that you withheld,

they would never
have booked my client
for murder?

No.
In fact, the only
reason that we're here

is because you
and the entire
black community

bullied the District Attorney
into getting an indictment.

Objection.
The District Attorney himself

doesn't even
believe in this case.

Mr. Archer, you
are out of order.

The jury will
disregard counsel's
outburst.

I'm very sorry, Your Honor.

No more questions.

Van Buren
wasn't intimidated.

She held her ground.

A strong black woman.

Just what that
jury wants to see.

Archer's making history.
He's the first lawyer
to claim

a white defendant
is being persecuted
by the black power structure.

Hello?

We'll be right there.

I received this letter
late this afternoon.
It's unsigned.

The author claims
to be a co-worker
of juror number six,

who he says is a racist.

Number six.
The tool-and-die-maker.

The white tool-and-die-maker.

The letter reads in part,

"I heard him say on
several occasions

"how he can't stand
taking the subway anymore

"because he has to
ride with the blacks.

"He wishes they had
a special car for them
at the end of the train."

Have you spoken
to the juror?
Yes.

Of course he denies
the allegations,

but I'm inclined
to dismiss him.

What a coincidence.
Your Honor,

the first alternate juror
is a young black woman.

This letter is a blatant
attempt to hang the jury by
altering its racial makeup.

It's tampering.
Unless it's true.

My husband is waiting
for me in the Hamptons.

I'll hear arguments
on Monday.

Maybe today's the day
to buy a lottery ticket.

I'm not so sure.

Call Briscoe and Curtis.
Have them look into this.

This is a serious accusation.
I hope the judge does
the right thing.

It's so serious, I had
the police check into it.

Workers at the juror's
tool-and-die factory
said a heavy-set white man

driving a red Ford
tried to question them
about the juror.

Doesn't your investigator
drive a red Ford, Mr. Baylor?

You're saying
I wrote this letter?

You're accusing me
of jury tampering?
You better back it up.

This isn't the way to
get justice for your son.

We don't know
anything about
this letter.

But from where we sit,
your way isn't working.

Our way was to get all
our ducks in a row before
going to the grand jury.

Right, it's our fault.

Charley was stupid
to get mixed up
with a white girl,

and we're naive to
expect a fair trial.

Stunts like this
letter don't help.

They're dragging
my son's good name
through the mud.

What're you doing
to stop it?

You tell Adam Schiff
that if this racist isn't
thrown off the jury,

I'm releasing
the letter to
the media.

Thanks for meeting with us.

I think that you'll agree
that our proposal is fair.

It's up to Judge Stein
if she wants to
dismiss a juror.

Well, she can't
decide on caf v. decaf.

We can agree to skip
the first alternate
and seat the second.

A white male
instead of
a black woman.

It maintains
the racial make-up
we started with.

I'll let you know.

Ooh, Stein wants to hear
from us in an hour.

Then you'll know
in an hour.

All right. Let's go.

Hey, don't you
see what's going on?
That letter is a fake.

I mean, these people
are trying to rig the jury.

They are incapable of
playing by the rules.

Dad.

It's just a game
to them, Mr. McCoy.

They have no
respect for
our system.

And one of their boys
raped my daughter,

and now they're
using you to do
it again.

All right, Henry,
that's enough.
That's enough. Come on.

In an hour.

Racial make-up, my ass.

Archer's afraid a black woman
would vote to convict.

What makes you
so sure she would?

I'm telling the judge
we'll go along with
Archer's proposal.

I don't like
being manipulated
by phony letters.

You like losing better?
We don't know for
a fact the letter's bogus.

Seating a black woman
would get us closer
to a hung jury.

And to prosecutorial
misconduct. I don't
want to do it.

You heard Danielle's father.
That's who wins here.

A bunch of bigots.
Because your ethics
might get ruffled.

You took the same oath
I did. They're your
ethics now.

Well, they won't help
when Danielle takes
the stand tomorrow.

It will be one
hell of a show.

A sweet kid telling
a very appealing
well-rehearsed lie.

I'm glad I don't have
to cross-examine her.

Thanks.

I'm open to suggestions.

If you want to
rattle her cage,

try asking her
about her father.

You see how she reacted
when he went off on
that rant?

When Danielle was seeing
that black football
player in high school,

you said she had
an accident?

Yes. I was told
she fell off her bike
and broke her arm.

And then they split up.

I'd love to see
that medical report.

Well, it's not
quite ethical,

but I still have some
sources at medical
insurance companies.

Now it's your
ethics being ruffled.

Get me that report.

So, what is it
that can't wait?

Ms. Mason,

do you remember dating
a black football player
at your high school?

Wait, don't answer that.
You'll get your chance

to ask her all
the questions you want

when she gets on
the stand this morning.

Then she can
sit and listen.

Go ahead.

You stopped seeing him
after he met your parents.

After you broke your arm.

We don't have to
listen to this crap.

This is a copy of
her medical report
from her accident.

It states that she
had a spiral fracture
of the forearm.

Where'd you get this?

That's not important.

I've read enough
child abuse reports

to know spiral fractures
are caused by

someone twisting your
arm until it breaks.

Someone like your father.

That's why you stopped
seeing that football player.

Now wait a minute...

That's why you kept
Charley Monroe a secret

because you were
afraid of your father.

Stop right there.
First off, this never
gets in front of a jury.

I don't need this report.
I have a good faith basis

to question her
about her injury.

You don't have the report,
you can't ask the question.

Tell that to
the Appeals Court.

I'm going to cross
examine you about this.

You can lie or
refuse to answer
but it'll be out there

for everyone to see.

He can't do this, can he?

I certainly can, Mr. Mason.

That's all I had to say.

Mr. Archer, are you ready
to call your next witness?

At this time, Your Honor,
the defense rests.

I heard the jury put in
their order for dinner.

And for breakfast tomorrow.
Ms. Ross?

Four days deliberations.
What're they doing,
electing a Pope?

Probably still wondering
why she never took
the stand.

By the way,
terrific bluff.

It was 50-50 whether
Judge Stein would
disallow the questions.

That was Stein's clerk.

The jury wants
part of Van Buren's
testimony read back.

Question. "Lieutenant,
how many rape cases

"have you investigated
during your career?"

Answer. "45 to 50."

Question. "In your opinion,

"was this defendant's
behavior consistent

"with these other
rape victims?"

Answer. "No.
They didn't lie
about being raped.

"They told a friend
or family member

"and they didn't
make up alibis."

That concludes
the read-back.

Now the jury has
a question as follows.

"If we find the witness
was less than truthful

"in one aspect
of her testimony,

"can we still believe
other aspects of
her testimony?"

You may believe
a witness' testimony
in whole or in part.

How much is up to
your common sense
as a jury.

You may resume your
deliberations now.

It's going our way.
They're giving Van Buren
the benefit of the doubt.

McCoy, your office
in 10 minutes.

I've advised Danielle
to take a plea.

We're thinking man
two, with a sentence
recommendation.

I'm thinking

the jury is voting to
convict on murder two
as we speak.

Man one.
She does 15 years.

Tell us what happened,
Ms. Mason.

We spent the afternoon
making love.

I had to go home.

He wanted me to
stay the night.

He knew that wasn't
possible. My father
would've gone crazy.

What did Charley do?

He started taking
the pictures of me
off his desk.

He said if
I didn't want them,

he was going to
throw them away.

He said he never
wanted to see me again.

Did he tell you why?

He said I acted like
being with him
was something dirty.

That he was tired of
being my black buck

and hiding in the cellar.

He just didn't
understand.

If people in my neighborhood
had seen us together,
they would've killed us.

What happened
after that?

He told me to leave.

I wouldn't.

He started dragging
me toward the door.

But I couldn't believe
that he was doing this
to me.

I begged him to stop.

I hit him.

He said that he
didn't love me.

So I hit him again
and he wouldn't let go.

You killed him
because he rejected you?

No. I needed him.

He was the most
important thing
in my life.

I understand
perfectly how she felt.

She risked
everything to
be with him.

You're talking
about obsession.

No.

I just remember what
it was like to be in
love at that age.

Did I say
something funny?

I almost forgot what
started this circus,

two kids in love.

What could be simpler?